february 29th
it may appear that this man has it all,
everything you and I could ask, he knows,
and everytime you’ll see him, he stands tall,
while the aura of his persona glows…
but who would have thought of his trickery,
with the disguise he’s wearing everyday;
the man you’ll never expect with frailty
the man you know that will stand up and stay…
deep inside he knows he’s hurt and bleeding,
and the only cure he knows: a fake smile;
how he wish to dampen the shrill screaming,
everthing in silence haunted with bile…
everyone may feel he’s perfectly fine,
to him, everything’s like feb twenty nine…
